Little Bobby stood still. He was pale from fear. It seemed as though the whole world was watching him, silent as death with anticipation.

He gulped. Audibly.

Bobby slowly moved his hand up from its position by his side. He reached for the bag that was stationed on the marble pedestal toward the front of the stage. His hand was shaking. Building up courage, he groped into the bag and pulled his hand out triumphantly.

Sitting in the palm of his hand was a lone potato chip. The spotlight shot on and veered toward his hand. The whole crowd could see it now. Some bit their lips, some sat on the edge of their seats, and some of them just sat there with a worried expression on their faces. Bobby, without hesitation, plopped the fry into his mouth and swallowed.

The crowd went wild.

Bobby had done it. Now he was the hero of the day.

...Okay...um...yeah...hehe...That's just some random/stupid thing I came up with while I was laying in bed trying to go to sleep last night.